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“You have a habit of parting your thighs when you move,” she commented.
With my mandated silence I could not explain that one of the ship’s rules for ‘cowgirls’ was that feminine charms be well displayed.
“Spread.”
I parted my knees and felt the pen work as she added lines right up to my perineum, rear opening and the area where my labia parted. Then she had me lay on my back and spread again. The crowd of guests was getting
quite a show as she added lines around my mons and well-exposed lips.
Again I was directed to stand and move about.
Walking, kneeling, crawling, she seemed satisfied with her handiwork. Directing me onto the table she returned her suitcase. After a pause she approached with an artist’s paintbrush and a jar of black liquid. She smiled.
“It will not be permanent.”
Working much more quickly, she painted in the large circles and ovals she had drawn, creating large black spots over every part of my anatomy. It was humiliating. This ‘cowgirl’ was being painted to look very much like a cow!
I began to hear some of the guests making ‘mooing’ sounds from behind the glass. Tears began to form. I closed my eyes and torpidly remained kneeling while the irritating woman plied her craft.
Minutes later, as she was finishing, Maria was led into the room. Her breasts looked larger than ever. The three days of neglect was the longest period I could remember without fingers or suctions cups draining our glands of the accumulated milk. As I felt my breasts throb, I thought that I would indeed kiss Marvin’s or anyone else’s feet for the relief I craved.
I stood to the side while Maria was shaved and her flesh similarly patterned by the woman’s pen wielding clever hand. She had learned from my body and worked quickly, covering all the pertinent areas, and leaving the nipples and labia untouched. With little pause Maria’s circles were filled in with white paint, contrasting most curiously with her dark brown skin. When finished, her bright pink nipples were glaringly highlighted and her labia obscenely peeked out between her spread thighs.
It was a bizarre sight, a hairless white on brown human cow. Half of Maria’s face was covered with white paint. I could only imagine what I looked like in black on white. I would find out... but not for many months.
Dr. Helga entered. Nurse Katrina followed her with a tray. She approached me with a smile.
“Well, Alexi. Very becoming and photogenic... hands on head.”
I complied as Dr. Helga picked up an instrument from the tray presented by Nurse Katrina.
“Close your eyes and hold still.”
I felt her left hand grasp the bridge of my nose. Before I could protest, I felt the metal instrument about my septum, heard a loud click and felt sudden unbearable pain.
After she stepped away, I could see the glint of brass and felt something hanging from my nose. The Doctor had inserted a large ring through my septum!
“It will heal very easily. It’s a well-designed device. With one pull of the trigger it pierces, inserts the ring and seals it closed. Not sure you’ll ever get used to the ring though. But not to worry, we’ll remove it... some day.”
Maria had watched the procedure. She resisted and had to be strapped down to the table before the Doctor pierced her nose.
Miss Greenwich Village touched up my paint while the device was re-sprung and used to pierce Maria. Afterwards, as the woman also retouched her paint, Marvin entered. He gushed.
“Given the proper budget, I’d film an entire heard of these cowgirls for the Prince. What a great touch with the rings.”
He raised his viewfinder and scanned my half black body. It was the only covering I had been afforded in almost a year, but strangely I felt even more naked, painted and put on display at the whim of some wealthy Arab. And the ring dangled heavily from its most sensitive place.
He lowered the viewfinder.
“The pink appears pale. Can it be highlighted? The Prince will want it to show on the video...”
Dr. Helga smiled ominously at Nurse Katrina.
“Easily done, Marvin. But you may not want to watch. We’ll bring in your cows in a few minutes with their pink parts quite presentable. Meanwhile, you may wish to ensure that Inga is properly costumed.”
Marvin nodded. With a look of perplexity he retreated. Nurse Katrina moved to a cabinet.
“Try not to spill too much, Katrina.
